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The History of Ludlow
Massachusetts
With Biographical Sketches of Leading Citizens, Reminiscences, Genealogies, Farm Histories, and an Account of the Centennial Celebration, June 17, 1874
FIRST EDITION COMPILED BY ALFRED NOON, A. M. A FORMER PASTOR OF THE TOWN
SECOND EDITION REVISED AND ENLARGED
PRINTED BY VOTE OF THE TOWN
SPRINGFIELD MASS SPRINGFIELD PRINTING AND BINDING COMPANY 1912
For thus saith the Lord that created the heahrus; (And himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in bain, hr formen it to be inhabited: 3 am the Lord; and there is uone else.
habe unt spoken in perret, in a dark place of the earth; 3 said not uuto the sred of Jacob, Seck ye me in bain: 3 the Lord sprak rightromusuras, Al derlare things that are right.
3PR 5 1918
PREFACE
THE day of appreciation of a work like this is never at the time when it is issued. The labor of research and compilation must be in a measure a labor of love.
The apparent unimportance of our contribution to the public may. after all, exist only in appearance. Few prominent public men claim Ludlow as their birthplace, nor does the town seek, like seven cities of old, to rest her fame on the reputation of some ungrateful son. This is but a quiet little neighborhood, occupying a humble position in the grand old Commonwealth.
But while the town has been unsung by bard, or unwritten by annalist, or unknown to the greater events of busy humanity, she may. from these very reasons, argue an individuality which is worthy of note. Her life is not merely memoir or public history, but is unique in possessing few of those features which so largely enter into the pic- ture of towns farther famed.
If New England has done aught for humanity, her accomplishments have had their inception in her homes, among her own sons and daughters. Her power found its origin at her firesides. The world must know that New England has had a life by itself. The student of that life, in all its characteristics, discovers an individuality and seeks to trace its causes. In such towns as Ludlow, they may be discovered easily. The glare of popular feats and popular men removed, we are permitted to look upon a specimen of pure, unadulterated New England life.
As the reader examines our folk-lore, then, we take pleasure in introducing him to the true New England home. These hardy yeomen, these toiling matrons, who have quarried and polished the hearthstones of a century, have been good fathers and mothers, and have been per- mitted to see successive generations of noble sons and daughters grow up around them, to call them and their institutions blessed. The fore- fathers sleep their last long slumber, but if you would see their handi-
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work, look not only at the broad acres and spacious barns, but also peer into the faces of their descendants, and read of the excellences and wis- dom of their sires.
We lift the veil of a century. If the fresco behind show in places the marks of age, need we wonder? If here and there a tint is so faded as to be indistinct, a stripe once distinct and beautiful may seem to have lost the uniformity at first given to its breadth, or the beauty of its curvature, charge the defacement to the account of Old Time itself. A magnificent work by one of the okt masters has been lost by an attempt to renovate it; we give you our little picture as nature hands it to us.
The materials composing this volume have been, in the main, res- cued from memories which soon must fade away. In the absence of fulsome annals, the incidents have been obtained by conversation with octogenarians, and even nonagenarians, at their firesides and those of their neighbors. Grandsires hastening to the grave have been arrested in their faltering steps, and grandams disturbed in their medi- tations, that they might tune afresh the harps of early days for the eager cars of generations come and coming. Yellowed old deeds, lichen- painted tombstones, silent cellar holes and well-nigh forgotten boundary lines have been tributary to the work.
To all who have so kindly aided in giving desired information, we would extend hearty thanks. To the assiduous and painstaking chair- man of the Committee of Publication and his colaborers, in gathering the materials so profusely furnished the compiler, the town is under particular obligation. The beauty of these pages, and tasty appear- ance of the volume, themselves speak for the publishers. The thanks of the town is more than due to them who have so cheerfully furnished those portraits of themselves or their friends, with which the volume is embellished. The Centennial Exercises will be read again with delight, and reread by successive audiences, who shall by their interest give the meed of praise to those who rendered that eventful cele- bration a feast of reason as well as a glad reunion.
More than a word is due to the historian of that day. Other towns may glory over the process of their corporate ancestors, but it will be discovered that our historian regaled his appreciative auditors with choicest tidbits from the town's own life. The pens of other ready writers may have improved such occasions in tracing excellent homilies
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on grand themes; the gentleman, to whom reference is made here, found in the word "Ludlow" an inspiration all-sufficient for his task.
The compiler of the history, as sensible of his own incapacity, per- haps, as the sharpest critic, asks the indulgence of those most inter- ested, wishing to them and their successors on the domain of Ludlow the fondest blessings which can come from enterprise and thrift, and good homes, and good hearts.
Ludlow Center, 1875.
PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION
TO RETAIN intact this former preface with its beauty of sentiment and expression, and to retain intact with additions and corrections to date the entire history of the town of Ludlow as published in 1875, has been the desire and aim of the Ludlow Town History Committee of 1911
The passage of the thirty-six intervening years has brought to Lud- low the many changes which only time can bring Many families prominent in the town in 1875 are with us now only in name. Old homes full of historic lore and interest are abandoned and fast falling into decay. New homes and new people are making their impress upon the history of the town from day to day. Any effort to make our history more authentic, must come at this time while we still have access to the experiences and memories of those who have known and lived in the earlier days, and of those, whose present day experiences are still fresh in mind.
While this work probably cannot be absolute, the committee have appreciated the ready response to all inquiries, and the personal interest manifested by many of the townspeople, former and present, and desire to express their thanks to all. Especially do the committee appreciate the untiring efforts and work of their honorary member, whose years of close association with town affairs and experience as a member of the History Committee of 1875, have made invaluable his services rendered.
For themselves the committee would quote the words of the former compiler and "ask the indulgence of those most interested, wishing to them and their successors on the domain of Ludlow, the fondest blessings which can come from enterprise and thrift, and good homes, and good hearts."
BENJAMIN F. BURR, Honorary member, MISS EVANORE O. BEEBE, Honorary member, HENRY 1. CARVER, GILLEN D. AICIINSON,* DANFORTH W. SIKES, MRS. AMELIA J. CLARK, MIRS. ALEXANDER C. BIRNIE, GEORGE II. SPRAGUE.
Ludlow, 1911.
* Deceased. George H. Sprague chosen to fill the vacancy.
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TOWN HISTORY COMMITTEE, 1911. Upper Row-George H. Sprague, Mr -. A. C. Birnie, Henry I. Carver. Center Row-Benjamin F. Burr, Mis- E. O. Beebe. Lower Row-Gillen D. Atchinson, Mrs. A. J. Clark, Danforth W. Sikes.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PART I
PAGE
I. ANTE-LUDLOW 19
II. TOPOGRAPHY 43
III. TOWN ANNALS 47
IV. TOWN DEVELOPMENT . 93
V. FIRST OR TOWN CHURCH 127
VI. OTHER CHURCH ORGANIZATIONS 177
VII. INDUSTRIAL HISTORY . 207
VIII. EDUCATIONAL INTERESTS
235
PART II
I. BIOGRAPHIES 265
II. HISTORIC REMINISCENCES 319
III. GENEALOGIES 337
IV. FARMS OF LUDLOW 475
PART III
THE CENTENNIAL . . . .
. 506
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Frontispreu
TOWN HISTORY COMMITTEE
1,8
INTERIOR OF F. L .. BURR'S BUNGALOW
30
ON STEPSTONE OF ONE OF THE FIRST HOUSES BUILT IN LUDLOW
34
ARTHUR D. KING'S HOUSE
35
THE DORMAN HOUSE
37
FARM BUILDINGS OF JAMES MI. WHITE
40
JOSHUA CLARK PLACE
54
A TAX BILL OF 1815
.50 57
HARTFORD BANKNOTE OF 1826
00
BOSTON BANKNOTE OF 1828
01
TOWN OFFICERS, 1911
72
GRAND ARMY VETERANS, SONS OF VETERANS, CADETS, AND SCHOOL GIRLS,
MEMORIAL DAY, 1911
CADETS IN FRONT OF SOLDIERS' MONEMENI, MEMORIAL DAY, 1911
81
HIRADSTONE OF HANNAH OLDS
84
FOOTSTONE OF HANNAH OLDS
85
OLD LUDLOW BRIDGE ACROSS CHICOPEE RIVER
91
LUDLOW RESERVOIR WITH GATE-HOUSE AND DWELLING
101
HOME OF GEORGE N. HUBBARD
104
THE ELY FULLER TAVERN
105
THE DAN HUBBARD HOUSE
100
INTERIOR LUDLOW SAVINGS BANK
110
LUDLOW COURT ROOM.
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HUBBARD MEMORIAL LIBRARY
115
SADDLEBAGS FORMERLY BELONGING TO ASABEL BURR
116
SWORD, SASH, AND BELT PRESENTED IO CAPTAIN II. A HUBBARD BY THE IRAN OF LUDLOW
117
LUDLOW HOSPITAL. BUILDING
119
EDWARD EARLE CHAPMAN
122
FIRST MEETING-HOUSE
120
PEW IN FIRST CHURCH BUILDING
132
FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, LUDLOW CENIER
133
PARSONAGE OF FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, LUDLOW CENTER
130
REV. ELIJAH HEDPING, D.D
149
REV. E. B WRIGHI
153
JAMES OSMYN KENDALL
100)
FIRST COMMUNION SERVICE:
171
OLD METHODIST CHURCH AT LUDLOW CENTER
170
INTERIOR OF METHODIST CHURCH
183
NEW METHODIST CHURCH, LUDLOW VILLAGE
185
UNION CHURCH, 1845
1,87
METHODIST CHURCH, JENKSVILLE
191
HOME OF COL. JOHN MILLER
191
UNION CHURCH, 1905
196
ST. ANDREW'S EPISCOPAL CHUR HI
200
ST. ANDREW'S EPISCOPAL CHURCH INTERIOR
2001
SI. JEAN BAPTISTE CHURCH
205
A LUDLOW FARMER
CALKINS' CHAIRS, AND BOITEES FROM LUDLOW GLASS WORKS
207
CHESTER W. CHAPIN
AN OLD-FASHIONED FIREPLACE.
BUNGALOW OF F. L .. BERR ON FACING HILE ROCK
TAX BILL
REVENUE RECEIPT
LIST OF ILLUSTRTIONS
THI: HARRIS MILI
ARCH BELOW H. I. CARVER'S MILL
210
HENRY INGALLS CARVI.R 214
HENRY I. CARVER'S MILL, LUDLOW CHY
215
AN OLD-TIME PICTURE OF JENKSVILLE
218
ONE OF THE FIRST HOUSES BURI AL JENKSVILLE BY THE SPRINGFIELD MAMI- FACIT RING COMPANY 219
ONE OF THE NOTES ISSUED BY THE COMPANY
221
OFFICERS OF THE LIDLOW MANUFACTURING ASSOCIATES
220
127
RED BRIDGE DAM
BUSINESS BLOCK, SHOWING POST OFFICE
AmMAIN FIFID
231
STEVENS MEMORIAL BUILDING
232
GRAMMAR SCHOOL, CHESINEI STREET
240
DR. J. W. HANNUM'S RESIDEMEL.
245
SCHOOL COMMITTEE AND ASSESSORS
201
1.I.MI EL. HAWLEY BRIGHAM
208
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN BURR
271
DR. JAMES WILSON HANNEM
275
"CHUMS"-ALICE HANNUM AND HER DOG
282
JAMES HENDERSON
285
CAPTAIN HENRY A. II BBARD
280
THE WHALEER BROTHERS
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DR. AARON J. MILLER
207
WILBER FISK MILLAR
301
DENCON ELISHA TAYLOR PARSONS
304
CHARLES DEXTER ROOD
307
C. D. Roop AND LIFILE FRIENDS
300
J. DEXTER ROOD
310
MRS. J. DEXTER ROOD
310
A FAMILY GATHERING, AT W. F. MILLER'S
127
SONS OF ASAHEL ROOD
453
CHARLES A. WHITE
471
MARVIN KING
470
TTOME OF MIRS. WARREN D. FULLER
180
ELISHA FULLER HOUSE
481
I'm. B. F. BURR HOMESTEAD
4.83
HOME OF HENRY A. MENSING
484 150
FARM BUILDINGS OF C. D. ROOD
488
THE FRANKLIN NACH HOUSE
4,80
HOME OF CHARLES S. BENNETT
490
HOME OF EDWARD EARLE CHAPMAN
492
HENRY DAMON HOUSE AT LUDLOW (11)
493
HOME OF RETHERFORD II. PARRY
194
HOME OF HENRY I CARVER
495
HOME Of ARTHUR T. WARNER
490
CINTI.ANAL COMMITTEE
510
RIA. J WERSIER TECK
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DEACON AND MRS. ALVA SIRES
330
COLONEL JOHN MILLER AND FAMILY
31)
LIDLOW HIGH SCHOOL
OFFICE BUILDING OF LUDLOW MANUFACTURING ASSOCIATES
230
MRS. JULIA (MILLER) SMITH
NATHAN ALONZO HARRIS
THE MOSES ROOD PLACE
PART I
اليبه فاف
IN OLD-F ASHIONED FIRE PLACE
THE HISTORY
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Who constitution own The red man -Indian names Relies of a de ated race-An ancient armory Legend of camp fires Of the Leap Of the alleged Facing Hills murder The tenure of soil Springfield of old - Charles II. A Yankee trick The commons Sections of commons Line of commons Allotments The river Parky settlers The fair business Joseph Miller -Others A woning Glimpse at the region Church service Prop- osition for district Will they get an organization?
A COUNTRY, a state, a town, consists of the inhabitants thereof. Whatever the place is, or fails to be, depends not upon the conditions of its soil or weather, so much as on the people enjoying or braving the same. Spain, in the most favored of latitudes, may fail to influence its nearest neighbors, while a band of hardy colonists among the frozen seas, singing their sagas while reefing the sails of rude smacks, may make the name of Iceland famous. Our first acquaintance, then, will be with the earlier inhabitants of the territory now known as Ludlow.
The history of the region before the paleface had appropriated these lands is preserved only in tradition. Some portions of these broad acres were, evidently, favorite haunts of the red man. The names Mineachogue and Wallamanumps preserve the flavor of the aboriginal. The former name seems to have been applicable to the whole eastern region of Wilbraham and Ludlow, and signifies "Berry land." The latter word seems to have been applied to falls of the "Chiquepe," now at Ludlow Mills and Indian Orchard. Places are pointed out in the town which the red man made his favorite resorts. At one spot the discoloration of the rocks is alleged to have come from the frequent camp fires of the Indians. At other places, both in the extreme north and all the plain region, the frequency with which arrowheads are found, and chippings of flint and stone, indicate that another nation than our own once used this region as the seat of an extensive armory.
HISTORY OF TEDLOR
Of the legendary lore of the territory, there seem to have been some Specimens. After the destruction of Springfield by fire. October 4. 1675, the warriors retreated eastward six miles, as we are informed by the annalists. The place of their encampment is said to have been on the peninsula, in the south part of the town, known as the Indian Leap. where twenty -four smoldering camp fires and some abandoned plunder were all the vestiges remaining the next morning.
Of course, the story of all stories concerning the Indians, within the limits of the present town, is the familiar one respecting the leap of Roaring Thunder and his men, in the time of King Philip's war. though the account is wholly legendary, there is therewith so fine flavor of the aboriginal, that it has ever been popular among those fond of folklore. It is reported that the band of warriors was camping on the sequestered peninsula, fulled into quiet by the sound of the routing Tall of water, precipitously unabding scores of feet over the rocks, within a half mile of the stream bed. Some ver, that upon this point there were spread the wigwams of the Indians, and quite a company of them made the place their home; that at the time these tragic events occurred, the red men had captured one of the women from Marsacksick (Long- meadow , and were pursued by the intrepid settlers, and finally di- covered in their rude home on the banks of the river. In the midst of their quiet and solitude, came the alarm that the white men were closely following up their trail into the thicket. There was no retreat. They had taught the paleface the meaning of "no quarter," and could expect naught but retaliation. Only one way of escape presented itself, and that was into the jaws of death. To the brink of the fearful precipice, then, before the backwaters of the corporation pond had reduced the distance a hundred feet, did the painted braves dash on, and over into the wild water- and upon the ragged rocks they leaped, directly into the ings of hungry death. Roaring Thunder is said to have watched while each of his company leaped into the frightful chasm, and then, taking hi- child high in his arms, casting one glance back upon the wigwam homes, he followed the rest into the rushing waters. The pursuer- looked, wonderingly, over the jutting sandstone walls; but one living realskin met their eyes, and he was disappearing among the inaccessible forest trees which skirted the other shore.
There have been received two accounts of the Indian Leap affair; one from Hon. G. M. Fisk of Palmer, the other from Hon. Edwin Booth
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of Philadelphia, both connoisseurs in local traditions. We give the points of divergence from the narration of the text. Mr. Fisk says:
The story purported to have come from a Spirit. The little island near the Leap was said to be the place where the Indians sat around their council fires and judged their captives. There used to be a cave in the rocks where, it was said, the chief had his headquarters, and I believe to this day there is a sort of hole in the ledge where the Indians pounded their corn.
The story was that a party of Indians had assembled on the island to judge . captive, when they were surprised by the whites, tled to the shore, leaving in their haste their weapons behind them, and betook themselves to the little peninsula forming the Indian Leap. Here they were trapped, as there was the alternative but surrender or plunge down the precipice. They hesitated a moment, when the old chief took his little son in his arms, gave the war- whoop and plunged down the precipice. The rest followed, and all were killed "recept a squaw, who caught on an overhanging limb, but a shot from the pur- suing party put an end to her.
The following poem by Mr. Fisk was published in pamphlet form in 1844.
The Autumn frosts had scar'd the least, And weary peasant stored his sheal ; And cokl December bent his bow To shoot the wintry storms of show. 'Twas night, the curfew chime had past. And footsteps traced the sidewalk last ; The Moon rode victor of the night And bathed the village in her light.
I wander'd forth in thoughtful mood, To use on Earth's unequal brood ; When sad imagination's guide Led me along the river side.
One special path I s horse to trace And in its windings kept my pace. Which led d'er mounds trom tree to tree And overlooked the Chick o pec.
A little isle that breaks the stream Pale Luna showed me by her gleam. I paused awhile, the spot I viewed. And then again my course pursued.
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But suddenly beneath my feet A precipice my gaze did meet ; And far down in the rocks shade The river with the ledges played.
And from its wild and bold career A voice ascended to my car. That seemed to speak in verbal tone- Of tragic days long past and gone.
Long, long I gazed lar down the stoop. W here foaming waters never sleep: I mil my brain reeled from its base. And caused me to my steps retrait.
Another path my feet betook, That bound a grove by lengthy crook. Which I pursued ofer mound and leder Until I reached the river's edge.
And there beside an ancient tree I sat myself in reverie: Watching the ripples of the stream. That glisten'd in the moon's pale beam
The Autumn breeze went sadly by. With notes of grief and plaintive sigh . And through the branches ver my head It softly whispered of the dead.
My thoughts were turned to days of yore. When red men trod that very shore. And while the truth upon mne broke. I raised my head and thus I spoke
"O' tell me now, thon moaning breeze. Ye gray old rocks and ancient trees, Tell me, sad river, in the flow. Where is that race of red mon now?"
Scarce had I spoke, when all around The cliffs gave ocho to the sound. And whispering spirits fitted by. And elinde'd the kalges wild and high.
Then on the lucent stream I gazed. W here meteors fell and fainthy blazed. When Ibeheld with wonder, too. An Indian in his bark canoc.
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My heart beat quick, then sauk with fear As he to me his course did steer. And soon the wielding of his oar Brought safe his back unto the shore.
Scarce had he reached the river's side Ere to its rocks he made a stride. And with a strong, intrepid hand He drew his skiff upon the land.
Then, turning with an air so bold It made my very blood run cold. Towards my seat his steps he bient. As if on some revenge intent.
An instant more and at my feet The warrior stood in form complete: His plumes and dress in tatters hung. His knife was gone and how unstrung.
Hle upward gazed upon the sky. While lightning darted from his eye. AAnd at the sight fear from me fled. And unto him I spake and said :
"O' tell me, red man, whence thou cattle. What is thy errand, what thy name. Where is the race that change the boss. And where are all thy kindred now ?"
He turned his eyes, they fell on me. He spoke and said, "Paleface. 'tis they That brought me to this rocky shore. Which often ! have traced before.
"1 am not mortal, but my name Was Wa-ha-waugh. 'tis still the same, And from the land of spirits fair I've come with dress I once did wear."
Here then he paus'd, and dropp'd his head I spoke again to him, and said. "Immortal red man, if thou art, A tale I wish thee to impart.
"I've heard of one about you cove. Where I this very night did rove: And since this land is known to you 1 ween you'll tell me if 'tis true.
HISTORY OF [1 1]011
'( tell me of the tawny rue That once this shore were want to fill And tell me why the bow's mistrong And why thy quiver is unslung?
Ii- wondrous strange to see thee here. At first thou fill'd my soul with four. But now I trust thou mean'st no ill. Then answer me il 'tis thy will."
He turned to me, as was my choice, And i'm- began with hollow voir. While his wild eye flashi'd deathly fire. Is it in rage of kindred ire.
Tilchce, thou need'st not harbor har. The Great High Spirit sent me here ; He heard thee long for truth invoke And thus to me the Spirit spoke:
Go, red man, go, thou chieftain brave. Go tell the paleface of thy grave; Go tell him one sad tale of yore. And of the wrong, this kindred hore.'
"At his command i quickly came. You know my errand and my name. And now a tragic tale I'll tell, 1) what unto my kin befell.
When der these helds in gone by days, The wild red deer were wont to graze And off while sporting free space. Fell bleeding boy the hunter's chase. A mighty race my kindred were That roamed the forest wild and fair. They built their wiewanis thickhy round And happiness their tiro ides crown'd.
I he se pleasant lands were all our own And where we chose we made our home. No prow ling foe our track besought Vor arnel wrongs our vengeance tonight.
I hi- eddying tiver in its How Has otten borne the light cande. And here the wild duck sporting came. But Boated bleeding by our aim.
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"But fleeting years produced a change, O'er winding vale and mountain range. Our scenes of comfort turned to war, Which ended life and mark'd a star.
"The pale men over the ocean came. And left a land of wealth and fame. We spread our blankets for their bed. And for their food our venison spread.
"At first they were a little band, Weak and defenseless in our land : But soon they strengthen'd in our view. And to a mighty nation grew .
" They cleared our torests, kill'd our game. And built their hamlets on the plain. They robbed our streams, and spoil'd our chute And dealt ungrateful with our race.
Wasas their wrongs and their intent And on revenge our hearts were bent. We bred our knives, our bows we string. And on our shoulders quivers hung.
We burned their dwellings in the night And scalp'd their young men in the fight We bound our captives to the fire And scal'd with death their destiny.
"Our council fires that nightly burned Were ted with blood when squads returned. The victim's ery and dying groan Could only for our wrongs flotte.
But ah! the white men were too strong, They bravely tought my brothers long; They slow our bravest in the field. And we at length were fore'd to vield.
And on the lands that skirt this stream Was witnessed once a tragic scene. Here died the remnant of my tribe The end of which I will describe.
'On yonder island which you -an My little band once sat in awe. Two captives there in terror -food Fo wait their doom, he what it shouldl.
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"I -carte had gave the dread command. Fre we beheld a paleface band, Displaying pomp and martial skill. Come rushing down yon rising hill.
"Year filled our hearts, we seized the net And darted swiftly to the shore. I carving our captives at the sake. 1 x termined our escape to make.
But all our late we soon did know For we could not evade the for. With deathly shots my band they drove I mil we reached von fearful cove.
"And there our doont, our death was sure For no escape could we procure Our tate ill fortune strong did bind With cliff before and toe behind.
"Our choice was given, though seal'd with wat To yield to them, or leap below, Whichever we did was certain death. But soon we chose to plunge beneath.
Within my arms I took my sont And to the awful brink I run. Then one wild, deathly whoop I gave. And cried. 'Come on, my warrior- brave
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